He advanced upon him with a fierce scowl of concentrated hate, and aimed a blow right at Ralph’s face; but the boy guarded it with his right arm, and at the same time with his left dealt his assailant a swift and well-planted blow full in his chest, causing him to stagger back and gasp for breath. "Well done, Lisle!" cried Dicky Cheke, in an ecstasy of joy and excitement. "Do it again, my lusty lambkin; follow it up with one on his nose that’ll spoil his beauty for some time." "Why don’t you give it those little bodikins?" stormed Eustace to his ally Willie Newenhall, as he prepared to attack Ralph again. "Because he’s afraid, the big booby," laughed Dicky derisively. Bowerman, seeing that his antagonist was not to be despised, determined to close with him and overpower him by his superior weight. Stepping back therefore, to gather way for a rush, he was about to spring upon Ralph, when that boy, with the instinct of a general, anticipated him, darting forward to meet him, and pounding him with blows. The delight of Dicky was a treat to behold. He danced, jumped, sang, whistled, and at last, forgetting everything in the wild madness of the moment, he flung himself upon Willie, and belaboured him right manfully. That stolid youth was looking on with a lack-lustre expression on his fat face, and marvelling to see how Ralph dared to stand up to Bowerman, whom he had always looked upon as invincible. He was roughly aroused from his stupid contemplation of the contest, by Dicky Cheke’s unprovoked assault. When once aroused, however, his greater age and weight told heavily in his favour, and poor Dicky would have paid dearly for his temerity, by being crushed under the dead weight of "Pig’s Eyes," as he called him, had not Maurice Woodville assailed him with vigour in the rear. The uproar now waxed furious. Ralph, who had gained a decided advantage by becoming the assailant, was pounding his adversary with hearty alacrity, not without receiving, however, very severe blows in return. The two smaller boys had got Willie down, and were pummelling him with right good will, while he roared lustily to Bowerman to come and take "these little fiends off him." In the midst of the confusion the door opened, and the Captain of the Wight appeared, attended by the other Breton knight, the Sire Alain de Kervignac. So busy were the combatants, that none of them noticed the interruption, and for a second or two fierce blows were exchanged before any one was aware that there were spectators. Dicky Cheke was the first to catch sight of the calm face of his lord, over which an amused expression flitted. "Holy saints!" he gasped, suddenly stopping in the act of planting a well-directed blow in the prostrate Willie’s eye, who was at the same moment pounding Maurice in the chest, "here’s the Captain," and he sprang up, breathless and confused, hastily adjusting his disordered dress as best he could.